Venemous Bitches

She had been born in blood and trapped in hell. Violence pursued her all her life, she was a grisly deity of bloodlust and delicious carnage; fibrous and elegant as she walked down the path, an imperial presence conveyed in the swoon of her words, the cold in her stare, watching the world with distrust and disinterest fore nothing held pleasure for a venemous bitch as she was. Her flesh was carved in the spiritual semblance of raw, grotesque coercion. Dark russet, voluptuous hip to svelte waist and curved shoulders nestled beneath the risen blush of her nape; a brusque musculature defined in the art of her grating war grind standed right underneth her luxurious pelt, smooth as silk – her gestures were defiant, fatal reminders of rebellion and strength, as she stood before the waterfall, noise covering every bits of her auditoey system that stood erect and gracefull on the top of her crown. A force of nature she thought to herself, both beautiful and brutal. Tranquil from a distance but deafening up close. It was as if the cascades of water conjured cascades of equally powerful emotions in her brain and it quite took her breath away. It was simply spectacular. From a distance the waterfall had been like a silent white stream cascading over the rocky outcrops. As she had drawn closer the noise had increased steadily however she could stear "hear" her own process of  thinking, imagining cubs coming here with their parents and telling stories of ancient times, of fairies and gold that found their home right in the cave after the waterfall. Children stories, ones that maybe his father would have told her if he had not left. How foolish. She quickly shook any thought regarding him and continued to admire and analyze the waterfall in fron of her.

OOC: Sorry for the sucky starter, I need to hurry to work.

" words of a god"